Best Treachery Poems
Treachery, misery, things brought by insanity. Places know in Abysmal Fog.
Like Parricide, and infanticide. Things purchased from the blackest soul.
Teeming with and saturated by a malevolence only known as ABYSS
Darkness can only be fed by what was once lucidity turned to insanity.
Homicide, suicide, killing for pleasure, and the grandest must be Regicide.
We struck our liege down once … why not again! All it will cost is a fading soul
Freedom’s laid to rest in a country gone insane
Peoples hates and fears forgotten through all the pain
Political powers ruling the soul of human race
Grasped in the clutches of democracy
Leaves the mind with a blackened space
Two thousand years since Jesus Died
All is lost no hope no pride
Went to the lash to save us pain
Amassed our fortunes for nothing but gain
Went to the cross to give us existence
Through blood shot eyes we give back resistance
Two thousand years since Jesus died
All is lost no hope no pride
Shed his blood to forgive our sins
Gave our money to do it again
A crown of thorns he wore for us
A gown of gold we hold for us
The cross he carried, no warrant, no cry
The coffers we fill, we never care why.
So maybe it’s time for His Own kind of crime
This thing we saw before …. Called Genocide
I cannot say if I will stay
I will not share my pure despair
I won’t reveal through this ordeal
I do not care you’re unaware
I don’t believe I can relieve
I won’t explain the endless pain
You never thought you would get caught
And now I’m strained to wax or wane
(In Iambic Tetrameter)
4/28/2016
There once was a mean man named Gregory
Who was famous for disgusting feats of treachery
Set fire to a cat
While it burned he just sat
As the cat was launched on an airborne trajectory
© Jack Ellison 2015
I've spilled this cold chalice of bitter wine,
To let my blood flow over chosen ground.
A blade now sharp, shall be a slayer of mine.
This curse, by my treacherous heart you found.
A tortured duty for a lie composed.
It rots with dishonor because I've lied.
Betrayed your trust, my evil now exposed.
My flesh will decay, your life is now spared.
You'll rule this Kingdom with a royal hand.
Cruel departure, coat of arms we shared.
I die before you, never to command.
You call death now, to extinguish my sight.
I see in your eyes pain, with no delight.
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We are all
with such or other way
have lead, moved himself or drifted out
from eternal Truth.
We are all
lived in Crist
or hidden of him
attracted to him
or betryed him,
escaping from his commandments
for convenient and comforting
existence in lies.
We are all
have splatted and grouped
for dozen religious and
hundredths branches and currents
growing from one stalk and foundation.
All specters and retrospects
of human searching and breaktroths
turnings and returnings
towards one Truth
with such or other way.
Russian orthodoxies,
Roman Catholics’,
Islam religious,
Anglican churches,
The Protestants confections,
Judaism,
Buddhizm, Sintoizm, Shamanizm and Tengrians
together with Communizms ideologies
These are all absolutely
the recollections of Crist,
prognozing him
predicting his transcendence,
visioning his laws
vaguely, clearly on not so
or creating heavy deformed image
of one Eternal Truth
who coming to us,
or gone near us
or blocked long ago
with our own falsehood, trades and traditions.
The travelling wind has stopped troubling me now
She knows that I have nothing worthy in me now
Why couldn't he have survived? they all tend to ask
I wish I could answer them, but I am too busy now.
Trust is a fallen angel sinking deep into the grime
That play of words in the end decimated me now
How hard was it to see treachery in a caring friend?
It only felt easy when they have killed me now.
'Mumtaz' cry as much as you want for they have
Decided to decorate your grave with a tree now.
Blame but yourself for such a treachery,
For retaliating and repeating the same sad symphony.
Betrayal, Betrayal, isn’t it in your eyes
That lies that tragedy?
Blame but yourself for soothing sighs
With sleepless nights and endless cries.
Denial, Denial, you failed to see
What I worked hard to emphasize.
What God had drawn for you and me
Was greatly torn and tortured glee
Trial, Trial, it has fled,
Feigned forlorn friendship had to flee.
The power of trust that has been shed,
And all the lies that have been said
Brought you into lasting lust and rusting rage
That came to claim while you were in bed.
Blame but yourself for this rage
That has come to grow with age,
Betrayal, Betrayal, you have been blind,
Tearing up the crucial page.
I’ve been helplessly trying to find
A way to get u off my mind.
Trial, Trial, set me free,
Never was I meant to cleave and bind.
Why have you chosen the pronoun “she”
Like escaping a sting of bee?
Denial, Denial, in front of you
I stand steady, here’s the key.
If you had gotten to know what’s true,
I would’ve had the guts to rue,
Betrayal, Betrayal, nothing to blame you for;
About love, you haven’t got a clue.
...In the treachery of the unkind...
...With a willingness to find...
...All wrongs to the left...
...The calculated claw...
...in the darkest sanctuary...
...confused drenched in toxic waste...
...The strive explore to capture...
...Neath ones' crippled rhetoric...
...reason hibernates...
...understanding accepts...
...belligerent stray...
... Oppression set free...
Like winged bird... harnessed with new song...
...In the treachery...
...Neath sky echo...
...Left some where in the blue...
...Way behind...
...Way beyond...
...Neath sky echo...
" ...betrayal begins with trust." Quote_ Phish
Betrayal is the cold shiny sword
of stalking deception,
sheathed in scabbard of trust.
Its two-edged blade is
honed to razor sharp,
ready to thrust, lunge and parry
a touche touch.
Betrayal is two-faced
and unreliable.
There's a switch blade in
the hand that reaches out
trustingly and faithfully
for more of you.
So as trust grows,
beware that it sows
the seeds of scorns
in the thorns
of treachery
and bribery.
once a char maid Cinderella
had hard time finding a fella
she crashed a party
thought herself smarty
outplayed Anastasia and Drizella
* TREACHERY WARNING *
Why do some use their quill as a poisoned dart?
To think you can destrooy this poet's heart?
Gangs roam here, best not get in their way!
Will do all in their power,to humiliate and
make you pay.
And what of you, good souls, nothing like them?
You will not back a good poet in open post,you let
them bleed then?
This place, is a mirror of the musical,
" West Side Story,"
Where getting laughs to crude poetry and arrogance
And to murder, another poet is their only glory?
Their crude M.O is a knife in your poetic
back.
Because you called their number, and their cry goes
out, " Attack, attack."
PS reflects the bloody history of all humanity.
Blaming only the past for cruel history?
All the beautiful and kind poetry here?
Cannot erase the treachery,the method of shaming,
which, be aware, is their gear.
Time to do screenshots, of replies that show they are
here not to write poetry.
But to shame and defame you, win prizes and to fool
others, such apparent treachery!
How sad I am to share my heartbreaking story,
But be very aware, not as was I, with a heart
now so crimson-goried!
8/18/2021
Noon
starlight has kept silent
the treachery of moonlight
why again shadows disappear
for darkness has arrived
silhouettes dance in an effort to harmonise
twilight spins; the intricate webs of the dreams;
as it conspires with universal laws;
tinkering nightly with this game of life
whilst shadows stalk pervassivley
waiting in delight
please hasten tranquil morning light
spare me the pain
should icycles formulate overnight
(Based on the painting “The Treachery of Images” by René Magritte)
If you label symbols traitors
Since they’re only indicators
Rather than the actual things they signify,
Then you’re logically unable
To affirm your very label
Is a truth and not a metaphoric lie.
‘Tis a tingle at the tips of thy lips where I shall plant a kiss,_
then slightly lick the curves and slopes of their mounds to partake _
of the taste of treachery that lingers with thee still.
Allow me to brush mine ears across the thoughts of thine mind to perceive the envy ‘twas present all this time.
Embrace me as I embrace thee endearingly in mine arms. Hold me tightly mine longtime friend. Let me inhale the girth of thee and to behold the winds afoul! Harsh, sulfuric humiliating hints of hatred and disdain. Those that envelopes thy very being, encompasses thy frame_ blow the breeze of ill repute. An odor I once would argue upon and tirelessly dispute.
How be it, that thee cometh unto me as mine friend? Whereby thee_
drinketh mine wine, lavish mine liquors, and upon mine food ye dine.
Yet ye stir the depths of mine soul undivine to devour the very heart_
of me for thy personal selfishness and greed. O woe to Ye, that taketh unto_
thyself all that I possess: the lowly and the best, thus remains my mortal_
coil in spiritual unrest. Hark! This unwarranted union has run amok, bearing no merit and no meed!
Doth not I matter in the course of life among the living? Hath mine breath_
blown in vain such as the likes of one never to be known again? What say ye of mine works, and toil I have bore unto thee in willful pain; and, toward the true liberty of hope and faith of a lifelong friend to gain.
In truth, the thought of us today in this profane present time bears the horror of its’ heinous humor. For I laugh not into the path of peril nor do I stand before thee as one proud. In my somber state of dismay, I am bewildered and grieved to no relief. Mine eyes shine gray as grief to know that mine friends are close but mine enemies are closer.
Now to be an unwilful acknowledgment, or better still an undeniable belief.
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Patient planets on their wheels revolve
they answer not for the treachery of their tides
But we’re made guilty of our own disasters
and we’ll hang by our own lazy geometry.
Our very own hapless crookedness
is reason enough for our bankruptcy
Oh, we may pretend and invent kinder tales
but in quiet rooms, in privacy, let us confess
that we, ourselves, are the choking strychnine,
and the muscles controlling the bone-white hand
if we all become handsome skeletons
who lack marked grave stones
let’s call it karma.
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A song for this
I Remember the Sun by XTC
Invisible Sun by The Police